And I am back. Phew, let me tell ya, the bakery gig is kicking my flintlocks. But! I only have nine work days to go left in the season! The ten to twelve hour non-stop bake-a-thons are coming to an end!
An interesting side effect of baking so much many of the days a week at the park is that I get up and well, I start baking. The hubs isn't sad about this compulsion at all. Honestly, I don't feel like the day is commencing right and good unless I am mixing up something and popping it into the oven.
Yes, I already know I am weird.
I mean, while I whipped up a batch of blueberry scones this morning, I also sang a splendid rendition of my current ear worm of the moment, *"Highway to the Danger Scone." It's a pretty catchy tune.
You see, I had to do something to revitalize my vibe, as Jojo the Void of Darkness started out my day with a scene of horror. I walked out of my room bright and early this morning, stumbling a bit because the hubs and I went out and threw ourselves upon a blanket in the yard to take in some Perseids in the middle of the night last night (much cool), when I walked upon a scene of Nature Is Metal proportions.
Jojo was savaging a small fluttering organism, which turned out to be the most precious hummingbird ever. I promptly seized the creature and placed it in my begonia planter. It was pretty traumatized and most probably damaged internally, but dangit, at least I gave it a chance.
My cat was not repentant at all, not that I expected her to be, and I gave her a bunch of treats and food to sate the inner instinctual kill everything drive. Heathen.
Anyway, back to scones. I can make scones in my sleep apparently. Okay, I can make lots of things. In fact, I am somewhat of a baker consultant these days. Last night, before we went out to watch the meteors plummet through the atmosphere, I instructed my dear friend in Kenya in the fine art of brownie making. Apparently I know things, at least in regard to baking. It's sorta weird because when I take in any form of media I find myself feeling very unknowing, or at least that is the message that is purveyed.
But that is material for a different post.
Right now, the hubs is happily munching on a fresh from the oven blueberry scone and I am thinking about all of the chores I have to accomplish today, on my first day off since last week. It's weird because I really don't feel like doing anything, which is probably due to the fact that I head back to college next Monday.
But, paper writing sounds far more sedate that walking fifteen thousand steps a day in a tiny kitchen making brownies, pastries, croissants, cinnamon rolls, cookies, and other things.
My life is rad.
Did the hummingbird make it?
Wow! You could make scones in your sleep! I would love to learn to make scones and cup cakes!
The cat must be very happy and quite spoiled!
You’d be a good teacher if I decide to learn this from you
It looks yummy!
Now, blueberry scones is something I can make, too, and really should. Inspiration...